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A Pungent Affair: Part Deux

Manuela Albertine Fetish Presents: Ariel and Rebbit's Farting Extravaganza

The air was thick with anticipation as Miss Ariel, clad in a stunning red gown, sauntered into the room. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she took in her slave, Rebbit, who knelt before her, eagerly awaiting his mistress's command. The scent of her perfume mixed with the faint but pungent aroma of flatulence, teasing both of their senses.

With a sultry smile, Ariel lowered herself onto the luxurious chaise longue and crossed her legs, deliberately exposing the lacy black thong that hugged her tightly. Rebbit's gaze darted between her barely concealed assets and her perfectly manicured toes, his heart racing in anticipation.

"Rebbit," she purred, her voice like silk wrapped around a razor blade, "I want you to pay special attention to my farts today." She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. "I want you to savor each one, to make sure you swallow every last drop."

Rebbit nodded eagerly, his heart thudding in his chest. He knew that this was a privilege, to be so close to his mistress, to experience her most intimate moments. He had longed for this since he first set eyes on her, and he would do anything to please her.

Ariel settled into the chaise longue, her dress rising slightly to reveal the tempting expanse of her thighs. With a wicked grin, she leaned forward and let out a silent fart, aiming it directly at Rebbit's face. He inhaled sharply, his nose filled with the acrid scent of her flatulence. His eyes watered, but he didn't dare move.

She chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "That's it, Rebbit," she crooned. "You're learning so quickly." She leaned back on the chaise longue, her breath coming faster now as she lost herself in the act of farting.

Rebbit watched, transfixed, as Ariel let loose a steady stream of farts, each one more pungent than the last. She farted while standing, farted while sitting, even farted with her dress wrapped around her head, the scent enveloping them both.

Finally, she stood up, her dress pooling around her feet. With a sly grin, she turned her back to Rebbit and let loose the mother of all farts. It was so powerful that it lifted her dress, exposing her plump, round ass.

Rebbit's eyes bulged, but he knew what he had to do. Slowly, hesitantly, he crawled forward on his hands and knees, his nose mere inches from Ariel's exposed ass. With a shaky hand, he reached out and slipped his tongue between her cheeks, lapping up the salty, pungent mixture of her farts and sweat.

Ariel shuddered with pleasure, her legs trembling beneath her. This was power, pure and simple. She turned around, her face flushed with excitement, and leaned down to kiss Rebbit on the forehead.

"Good boy," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. She reached down and stroked his hair, her touch gentle yet commanding. "You're such a good little fart lover."

And with that, she swept out of the room, leaving Rebbit kneeling on the floor, his mind reeling from the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission that coursed through his veins.

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